InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ the Things we do for love ❯ The things we do for love ( Chapter 1 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: MIztikal_Dragon 
It may not always be the actions they choose, but what are the things that we do for love? And how is it possible that something so innocent can ruin what we've tried so hard to accomplish?
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Angst / Drama | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 05.29.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.2K | Visits: 1.5K | Status: Completed
It may not always be the actions they choose, but what are the things that we do for love? And how is it possible that something so innocent can ruin what we've tried so hard to accomplish?
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Angst / Drama | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 05.29.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.2K | Visits: 1.5K | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: I don't own InuYasha.
This is something so random I don't even know how to explain it.. so read, review and most of all enjoy!
The Things we do for love
BY: Miztikal_Dragon
His hand gently caresses my thigh while his beautiful dark eyes stare into my own with an emotion that I have never seen outside the theatres or past the love sick fantasies of my dreams. I can see his rosy lips moving as they near me, his whispers lost in the wind. The hand that touches me so intimately moves higher and all I can think about is the heat of his hand and how much my body was beginning to react to it. My mouth quickly runs dry and as I part my lips, his gaze leaves my eyes and goes to my chapped lips as my tongue sweeps out to moisten them. He looks just as lost in desire as I feel.
I watch eagerly as his lean and hard body comes closer, I anticipate for he moment that I would become his and his alone. His muscular arms are on both sides of my body, entrapping me against him and on instinct my legs part to open for him and I lean back, his hot breath heavily breathing against my neck. I know deep down inside that this is what I want, but the only problem is I don’t know how to go about it without seeming stupid. His lips are inches away from my own and the space in between them is getting smaller and as my eyes droop, I can feel the ever so light touch of his soft lips against my own and my heart races so fast I think I will just die.
I yearn for his touch as my hands slowly run up his well toned chest, I want to touch every inch of him, I want my hands to know every inch of him like he does mine. The vibrations of my man tickle my throat as his calloused fingers brush against the apex of my legs, my gasp is loud and before I know what is what, his tongue darts into my mouth, gracing me with the sweetness behind his lips.
It’s so addicting and I can’t help but selfishly pull him closer, he’s intoxicating and after this I don’t know if I will ever want anybody else. He completes me, he fills that emptiness inside my soul. His hand touches me down there again and I can feel the heat begin to radiate from my center. I’m already wet and ready for him and I’m still completely dressed. His fingers dip into my heat as his hot like fore lips leave my mouth and begin to nip and suck at the flesh on my neck. I can feel his need for me as the night is dark against my inner thigh and it only excites me further. I can feel his finger pushing deeper into my heat as well as the slight pressure of the next, he’s preparing me, but as long as it’s him, the pain will be nothing.
Suddenly cold air hits my now bare breasts and I can feel my nipples tighten as his teeth nip at the tender flesh. I didn’t know that it could be so mesmerizing and I’m losing track of my senses, it’s his touch that makes me dizzy, that makes me feel as though there’s an actual reason for living other than just the ordinary dreams. His tongue eagerly laps at my now hardened peak and my back arches as I moan louder, I am giving all I am to him as his nimble fingers penetrate deeper inside my core; my cum lubricating his appendages, urging him on.
His other hand is wrapped around my lower back as he continues with his pleasurable torture, his lips leaving my left breast only to switch to the other, his saliva chilling the flesh on my body and causing a wave of goose pimples over my body. I can slowly feel something coming to me, an unknown feeling that begs me to succumb to it. And I want to, oh how I long to feel this thing that promises so much. His lips suddenly leave my body and I can hear myself whimper like a puppy, I pray that he would keep going or I might just go crazy with frustration.
“Cum for me,” his voice whispered huskily into my ear and it made me shiver. “You’re almost there, just cum for me.”
There is something about his voice that makes my whole body lose control and I suddenly feel as if I’m falling. I arch my lower half into his hand, pushing him further into me, I don’t know what his happening, but I know that I’d definitely feel it again before the night is over. I’m counting on it.
Moments pass by me like seconds after he withdraws his hand from my secret place and I can plainly hear his ragged breath as he places hot kisses on my brow. I can’t move my heat too much, my heart is frantically beating in my chest and I know that the best has yet to come. He wait’s a few minutes longer, his hot and obviously aroused body pressed firmly against my own, I can feel that he needs release and slowly sitting up I let my blouse and bra straps slid down my arms, with a little help from him of course. His muscle shirt is a little damp from his sweat, but he peels it off himself in a way that entices me even more.
“Are you ready?” His whisper to me is soft and only a few octaves lower than his normal hypnotizing baritone voice.
I hesitate for a minute or two because I don’t know what to do. The naïve girl screams for me to run away, but my heart screams; “take me! Take me!” even louder. I simply nod and he crawls to me, my hands moving up to touch his chest before traveling down his torso and resting on the belt of his pants as his lips press gently against my own and coax my mouth open so his tongue could be free to explore once more.
Again, I am beginning to feel the heat between my legs as his hands gingerly slide down my hips, my knew high skirt going along with them. I am naked as he pulls away, his dark eyes roaming my body with an unspoken lust and the heat grows tenfold. The blush is surely evident on my face and he lets out a chuckle before running his fingers through my dark reddish-brown hair and all my attention is focused on him. Swallowing the lump that has grown in my throat, I lean into his touch and smile, no matter how bad things may become in the long run, being there with him at this moment is something that I know I’ll never forget because I love him.
I lose all sense of time as he returns my smile, he had me head over heels in love with him and there’s nothing that can possibly change my mind. I stiffen a little as his mouth grazes my neck, his body weight forcing my back to the bed, but I relax instantly as he covers me with his warmth. I know that I am safe in his hands. He groans as he rocks his pelvis against my lower regions, one of my hands still placed at his belt and the other laying now helplessly pinned under one of his larger hands. His mouth touches mine briefly, teasing me as my hand slowly pulls the belt from his pant loops. I don’t know how it is possible that I’m so brave when I think of him, but I work as if I’ve done this before, unbuttoning his jeans and pulling down the zippier and setting loose his manhood. He went commando most of the time so I’m not too surprised.
His hisses against my ear as he continues to rock against me, his pants slipping down his ass with the guidance of my eager hand. They’re around his knees now and I can feel him saluting me as it presses against my thigh, his precum wiping against my hot skin, he is driving me wild with his teasing and it only heightens the feeling in side my secret place. I try to say something, but nothing comes from my lips and my mouth just opens and shuts uselessly, coherent words aren’t a possibility for me.
Everything is heating up again as he takes my lips into his, his tongue dueling passionately with my own. I know what is to come next as he slowly begins to pull off my underwear, his fingers touching me down there again, this time I hope he is not as gentle as before. My hand goes to tease him as he is doing to me, but he merely pulls away completely and grabs my wrist. His eyes show mischief in them and I know that he is mentally ‘tsking’ me as he chuckles softly. The next thing I know is that my hands are pinned above my head with only one of his hands, the other running down my body causing me to shudder and moan, he is a very possessive man and I don’t mind at all.
My mind is racing as he leans over my nude body and kisses my exposed flesh. Something tells me to close my eyes and obediently I do only to feel cold metal as it drapes over my neck and slowly dead to my arms. I know what it is as I gave up at him, but his eyes are no where near my own. Glancing down quickly, I blush at the sight of him and realize that I am correct, his belt is missing and now is tired securely around my wrists, I am his prisoner. Coldness hits my flesh and again he sits up, his lower half of his body to my side, his smile is so sinister and I don’t know what to expect from him next.
I start panicking as he retreats off the bed, I try and lift my head, but my arms being bound to the head board doesn’t allow me to move much. Insecurely I call out to him, asking him what he is doing, I get no reply. I can’t help but think that he’s going to leave me like this or even worse, come back with his friends. I can feel the burning of tears as they threaten to brim my eyes, but I try my hardest to hold them back, I don’t want to trust my darkest fears, but they seem very logical, they seem too realistic for me to try and ignore.
I struggle for a moment, but I know that I am bound quite tightly and I give up and let the teas begin to slide down my face. Even if what I believe to be true is so, I don’t think that I could ever hate him, hell I don’t think that I could even despise him. It’s just something that physically isn’t possible. Seconds pass by like hours but my tears, they don’t stop and I can no longer feel the heat that once had my lower regions ablaze. I can feel the coldness and the lonely voice is quickly filling the space in my heart, I’m a very weak minded person and I’ve always known it, but I couldn’t accept it until now.
I don’t realize that he has returned until I feel the bed shift, dipping under his weight and I turn my head away from him, this once fast paced-passionate journey no longer feels right, and even if I honestly wanted to continue, which I kind of still do, I don’t really think that I can go through it with all the doubts still clouding my mind. He softly calls my name but I refuse to look at him, I just don’t have the strength left in my body. His hand gently cups my cheek and moves my head until I’m staring into his worry-laced orbs, I know he is confused, but so am I.
“Baby what’s wrong?” He sounds like a father talking to his daughter as the pads of his thumbs wipe away my tears only to make way for the ones that slip from my red and probably now swollen eyes.
“… I-I …” My words are caught in my throat and it doesn’t help as I try to clear it. I close my eyes, I can’t stand the look on his tanned face, its’ making y heart ache so much more.
I don’t hear a sigh out of anger or anything that would show how mad he is for teasing him in such a cruel and so horrible way. Oh, no he doesn’t do anything like that, but he did unbind my wrist because I can feel the belt slack and I easily slide m now numb arms to cover my exposed chest. I’m so ashamed of myself because of my actions, because of how stupid that I am. I can hear him say my name as his hand touch my shoulders as I roll onto my side, but I can’t respond to him, I don’t how to tell him what my heart feels and I feel more tears pour down from my eyes. I am a weak girl, a pathetic girl, and a scared girl.
I feel him leave the bed again, but I can’t even begin to think about what he is doing now, my head is pounding, my soul aches, and I don’t think I can do anything but cry at the moment. My body is limp as he gathers me in his arms and sets me on his lap, the soft feel of silk touching my bare bottom instead of his flesh, he is wearing boxers now. I don’t know what he plans to do to me until I feel something move down my face and rest lightly around my neck. His hands brush against my breasts in an innocent way as they grip my own hands, he is putting a shirt on me, babying me as he whispers softly into my ear, his hot breath making my trembling body shudder.
“Please forgive me I didn’t know… Please forgive me,” his baritone voice is begging me, he’s pleading for my forgiveness.
He repeats these words over and over again like a soft chant and it starts to ease my mind. He sounds so sincere, so lost, but even if he wasn’t I would forgive him because in my eyes he can do no wrong, he is my symbolism for perfection. He pulls the shirt covering my top down before he takes me into his arms again, my head resting on his chest as my tears beginning to die away, I was being foolish and worrying him too much for my own liking. My hands wrap around his waist and his around mine, I still feel safe in his arms, I still feel loved and wanted and I don’t know why. His heart pounds steadily in his chest and it soothes me further, I can finally begin to feel the fatigue settling on my body and oh how it is strong.
“Baby do you want me to take you home?” He asks me so attentively.
I think about what I want as I hold him close. Do I really want to go home to a cold and uninviting bed? DO I really want to leave him when I can barely think straight, when I’m irrational? I quickly shake my head no and I know it’s not enough as I glance up into his deep brown eyes and see the hidden desperation inside. I can’t leave him.
“No,” I said in a hushed whisper. “I-I wanna stay with you… I don’t want to go home and be alone.”
I hear him sigh in relief and now I don’t whether to be relieved myself or unnerved, but I’m only happy that he is not mad at me, that he didn’t try and force me, and I find myself falling even more so in love with him if that’s possible. He eases my tired body back until I can feel the bed completely under me, the pillow resting under my head. His arm is under my neck and he strains to reach something, it is the blankets at our feet that slowly cover our bodies. I am thankful that I have someone like him in my life, and I know that I am really lucky. This world can be a bad place and I’ve found someone that makes everything better. I guess you can say I’ve found someone willing to give me unconditional love.
And as I fight the sleep flowing through my veins, I put my leg over his as a sign of affection and I tilt my head up and kiss his chin. I’m glad that I’m here with him, I’m glad that he understands me. Anything these days can seem possible, but the only way that our dreams come true is if we believe in them enough and strive to make them a reality. Life can be like a box of chocolates if you make it out to be that way, but it is not without set backs and things that try to knock us off our path. My advice to you as I fall asleep is to keep your head up and go for what you want in life because you can’t drive forwards if your stuck in reverse. Don’t let the world pass you by and take every challenge given because life will ultimately be a better place.
Goodnight.
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This is something so random I don't even know how to explain it.. so read, review and most of all enjoy!
The Things we do for love
BY: Miztikal_Dragon
His hand gently caresses my thigh while his beautiful dark eyes stare into my own with an emotion that I have never seen outside the theatres or past the love sick fantasies of my dreams. I can see his rosy lips moving as they near me, his whispers lost in the wind. The hand that touches me so intimately moves higher and all I can think about is the heat of his hand and how much my body was beginning to react to it. My mouth quickly runs dry and as I part my lips, his gaze leaves my eyes and goes to my chapped lips as my tongue sweeps out to moisten them. He looks just as lost in desire as I feel.
I watch eagerly as his lean and hard body comes closer, I anticipate for he moment that I would become his and his alone. His muscular arms are on both sides of my body, entrapping me against him and on instinct my legs part to open for him and I lean back, his hot breath heavily breathing against my neck. I know deep down inside that this is what I want, but the only problem is I don’t know how to go about it without seeming stupid. His lips are inches away from my own and the space in between them is getting smaller and as my eyes droop, I can feel the ever so light touch of his soft lips against my own and my heart races so fast I think I will just die.
I yearn for his touch as my hands slowly run up his well toned chest, I want to touch every inch of him, I want my hands to know every inch of him like he does mine. The vibrations of my man tickle my throat as his calloused fingers brush against the apex of my legs, my gasp is loud and before I know what is what, his tongue darts into my mouth, gracing me with the sweetness behind his lips.
It’s so addicting and I can’t help but selfishly pull him closer, he’s intoxicating and after this I don’t know if I will ever want anybody else. He completes me, he fills that emptiness inside my soul. His hand touches me down there again and I can feel the heat begin to radiate from my center. I’m already wet and ready for him and I’m still completely dressed. His fingers dip into my heat as his hot like fore lips leave my mouth and begin to nip and suck at the flesh on my neck. I can feel his need for me as the night is dark against my inner thigh and it only excites me further. I can feel his finger pushing deeper into my heat as well as the slight pressure of the next, he’s preparing me, but as long as it’s him, the pain will be nothing.
Suddenly cold air hits my now bare breasts and I can feel my nipples tighten as his teeth nip at the tender flesh. I didn’t know that it could be so mesmerizing and I’m losing track of my senses, it’s his touch that makes me dizzy, that makes me feel as though there’s an actual reason for living other than just the ordinary dreams. His tongue eagerly laps at my now hardened peak and my back arches as I moan louder, I am giving all I am to him as his nimble fingers penetrate deeper inside my core; my cum lubricating his appendages, urging him on.
His other hand is wrapped around my lower back as he continues with his pleasurable torture, his lips leaving my left breast only to switch to the other, his saliva chilling the flesh on my body and causing a wave of goose pimples over my body. I can slowly feel something coming to me, an unknown feeling that begs me to succumb to it. And I want to, oh how I long to feel this thing that promises so much. His lips suddenly leave my body and I can hear myself whimper like a puppy, I pray that he would keep going or I might just go crazy with frustration.
“Cum for me,” his voice whispered huskily into my ear and it made me shiver. “You’re almost there, just cum for me.”
There is something about his voice that makes my whole body lose control and I suddenly feel as if I’m falling. I arch my lower half into his hand, pushing him further into me, I don’t know what his happening, but I know that I’d definitely feel it again before the night is over. I’m counting on it.
Moments pass by me like seconds after he withdraws his hand from my secret place and I can plainly hear his ragged breath as he places hot kisses on my brow. I can’t move my heat too much, my heart is frantically beating in my chest and I know that the best has yet to come. He wait’s a few minutes longer, his hot and obviously aroused body pressed firmly against my own, I can feel that he needs release and slowly sitting up I let my blouse and bra straps slid down my arms, with a little help from him of course. His muscle shirt is a little damp from his sweat, but he peels it off himself in a way that entices me even more.
“Are you ready?” His whisper to me is soft and only a few octaves lower than his normal hypnotizing baritone voice.
I hesitate for a minute or two because I don’t know what to do. The naïve girl screams for me to run away, but my heart screams; “take me! Take me!” even louder. I simply nod and he crawls to me, my hands moving up to touch his chest before traveling down his torso and resting on the belt of his pants as his lips press gently against my own and coax my mouth open so his tongue could be free to explore once more.
Again, I am beginning to feel the heat between my legs as his hands gingerly slide down my hips, my knew high skirt going along with them. I am naked as he pulls away, his dark eyes roaming my body with an unspoken lust and the heat grows tenfold. The blush is surely evident on my face and he lets out a chuckle before running his fingers through my dark reddish-brown hair and all my attention is focused on him. Swallowing the lump that has grown in my throat, I lean into his touch and smile, no matter how bad things may become in the long run, being there with him at this moment is something that I know I’ll never forget because I love him.
I lose all sense of time as he returns my smile, he had me head over heels in love with him and there’s nothing that can possibly change my mind. I stiffen a little as his mouth grazes my neck, his body weight forcing my back to the bed, but I relax instantly as he covers me with his warmth. I know that I am safe in his hands. He groans as he rocks his pelvis against my lower regions, one of my hands still placed at his belt and the other laying now helplessly pinned under one of his larger hands. His mouth touches mine briefly, teasing me as my hand slowly pulls the belt from his pant loops. I don’t know how it is possible that I’m so brave when I think of him, but I work as if I’ve done this before, unbuttoning his jeans and pulling down the zippier and setting loose his manhood. He went commando most of the time so I’m not too surprised.
His hisses against my ear as he continues to rock against me, his pants slipping down his ass with the guidance of my eager hand. They’re around his knees now and I can feel him saluting me as it presses against my thigh, his precum wiping against my hot skin, he is driving me wild with his teasing and it only heightens the feeling in side my secret place. I try to say something, but nothing comes from my lips and my mouth just opens and shuts uselessly, coherent words aren’t a possibility for me.
Everything is heating up again as he takes my lips into his, his tongue dueling passionately with my own. I know what is to come next as he slowly begins to pull off my underwear, his fingers touching me down there again, this time I hope he is not as gentle as before. My hand goes to tease him as he is doing to me, but he merely pulls away completely and grabs my wrist. His eyes show mischief in them and I know that he is mentally ‘tsking’ me as he chuckles softly. The next thing I know is that my hands are pinned above my head with only one of his hands, the other running down my body causing me to shudder and moan, he is a very possessive man and I don’t mind at all.
My mind is racing as he leans over my nude body and kisses my exposed flesh. Something tells me to close my eyes and obediently I do only to feel cold metal as it drapes over my neck and slowly dead to my arms. I know what it is as I gave up at him, but his eyes are no where near my own. Glancing down quickly, I blush at the sight of him and realize that I am correct, his belt is missing and now is tired securely around my wrists, I am his prisoner. Coldness hits my flesh and again he sits up, his lower half of his body to my side, his smile is so sinister and I don’t know what to expect from him next.
I start panicking as he retreats off the bed, I try and lift my head, but my arms being bound to the head board doesn’t allow me to move much. Insecurely I call out to him, asking him what he is doing, I get no reply. I can’t help but think that he’s going to leave me like this or even worse, come back with his friends. I can feel the burning of tears as they threaten to brim my eyes, but I try my hardest to hold them back, I don’t want to trust my darkest fears, but they seem very logical, they seem too realistic for me to try and ignore.
I struggle for a moment, but I know that I am bound quite tightly and I give up and let the teas begin to slide down my face. Even if what I believe to be true is so, I don’t think that I could ever hate him, hell I don’t think that I could even despise him. It’s just something that physically isn’t possible. Seconds pass by like hours but my tears, they don’t stop and I can no longer feel the heat that once had my lower regions ablaze. I can feel the coldness and the lonely voice is quickly filling the space in my heart, I’m a very weak minded person and I’ve always known it, but I couldn’t accept it until now.
I don’t realize that he has returned until I feel the bed shift, dipping under his weight and I turn my head away from him, this once fast paced-passionate journey no longer feels right, and even if I honestly wanted to continue, which I kind of still do, I don’t really think that I can go through it with all the doubts still clouding my mind. He softly calls my name but I refuse to look at him, I just don’t have the strength left in my body. His hand gently cups my cheek and moves my head until I’m staring into his worry-laced orbs, I know he is confused, but so am I.
“Baby what’s wrong?” He sounds like a father talking to his daughter as the pads of his thumbs wipe away my tears only to make way for the ones that slip from my red and probably now swollen eyes.
“… I-I …” My words are caught in my throat and it doesn’t help as I try to clear it. I close my eyes, I can’t stand the look on his tanned face, its’ making y heart ache so much more.
I don’t hear a sigh out of anger or anything that would show how mad he is for teasing him in such a cruel and so horrible way. Oh, no he doesn’t do anything like that, but he did unbind my wrist because I can feel the belt slack and I easily slide m now numb arms to cover my exposed chest. I’m so ashamed of myself because of my actions, because of how stupid that I am. I can hear him say my name as his hand touch my shoulders as I roll onto my side, but I can’t respond to him, I don’t how to tell him what my heart feels and I feel more tears pour down from my eyes. I am a weak girl, a pathetic girl, and a scared girl.
I feel him leave the bed again, but I can’t even begin to think about what he is doing now, my head is pounding, my soul aches, and I don’t think I can do anything but cry at the moment. My body is limp as he gathers me in his arms and sets me on his lap, the soft feel of silk touching my bare bottom instead of his flesh, he is wearing boxers now. I don’t know what he plans to do to me until I feel something move down my face and rest lightly around my neck. His hands brush against my breasts in an innocent way as they grip my own hands, he is putting a shirt on me, babying me as he whispers softly into my ear, his hot breath making my trembling body shudder.
“Please forgive me I didn’t know… Please forgive me,” his baritone voice is begging me, he’s pleading for my forgiveness.
He repeats these words over and over again like a soft chant and it starts to ease my mind. He sounds so sincere, so lost, but even if he wasn’t I would forgive him because in my eyes he can do no wrong, he is my symbolism for perfection. He pulls the shirt covering my top down before he takes me into his arms again, my head resting on his chest as my tears beginning to die away, I was being foolish and worrying him too much for my own liking. My hands wrap around his waist and his around mine, I still feel safe in his arms, I still feel loved and wanted and I don’t know why. His heart pounds steadily in his chest and it soothes me further, I can finally begin to feel the fatigue settling on my body and oh how it is strong.
“Baby do you want me to take you home?” He asks me so attentively.
I think about what I want as I hold him close. Do I really want to go home to a cold and uninviting bed? DO I really want to leave him when I can barely think straight, when I’m irrational? I quickly shake my head no and I know it’s not enough as I glance up into his deep brown eyes and see the hidden desperation inside. I can’t leave him.
“No,” I said in a hushed whisper. “I-I wanna stay with you… I don’t want to go home and be alone.”
I hear him sigh in relief and now I don’t whether to be relieved myself or unnerved, but I’m only happy that he is not mad at me, that he didn’t try and force me, and I find myself falling even more so in love with him if that’s possible. He eases my tired body back until I can feel the bed completely under me, the pillow resting under my head. His arm is under my neck and he strains to reach something, it is the blankets at our feet that slowly cover our bodies. I am thankful that I have someone like him in my life, and I know that I am really lucky. This world can be a bad place and I’ve found someone that makes everything better. I guess you can say I’ve found someone willing to give me unconditional love.
And as I fight the sleep flowing through my veins, I put my leg over his as a sign of affection and I tilt my head up and kiss his chin. I’m glad that I’m here with him, I’m glad that he understands me. Anything these days can seem possible, but the only way that our dreams come true is if we believe in them enough and strive to make them a reality. Life can be like a box of chocolates if you make it out to be that way, but it is not without set backs and things that try to knock us off our path. My advice to you as I fall asleep is to keep your head up and go for what you want in life because you can’t drive forwards if your stuck in reverse. Don’t let the world pass you by and take every challenge given because life will ultimately be a better place.
Goodnight.
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